THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Thirty

A photo a day for thirty days, plus a poem a day on most occasions to celebrate the 20^th anniversary of National Poetry Month.  So ends the challenge.  And now---

Into the woods without delay

Be careful not to lose the way.

Into the woods who knows what may

Be lurking on the journey?

 Into the woods, and down the dell,

The path is straight, I know it well.

Into the woods, and who can tell

What’s waiting on the journey?

Stephen Sondheim

 Leave the beaten track occasionally and dive into the woods.  Every time you do so, you will be certain to find something that you have never seen before.

Alexander Graham Bell

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Nine

A photo a day for thirty days.

Cashing in on the investment I made last fall in tulip bulbs.

The May sun--whom 

all things imitate-- 

that glues small leaves to 

the wooden trees 

shone from the sky 

through bluegauze clouds 

upon the ground. 

Under the leafy trees 

where the suburban streets 

lay crossed, 

with houses on each corner, 

tangled shadows had begun 

to join 

the roadway and the lawns. 

With excellent precision 

the tulip bed 

inside the iron fence 

upreared its gaudy 

yellow, white and red, 

rimmed round with grass, 

reposedly. 

William Carlos Williams

THIRTY DAY CHALLENGE--Day Twenty Eight

A photo a day for thirty days.

View up Seventh South just before eight a.m. when all the traffic is students and professors on their way to campus.

 This tenor walked behind me for three blocks through campus quietly singing arias, probably on his way to vocal or choir class.  It was nice.

 Runners and walkers along the path in the park enjoying the spring weather.

TODAY

By Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.